Juliana raised an eyebrow at this, as she poured the tea. "Really? I wouldn't have thought you and Mrs. Crouch had much in common. Or did you mean... well, I suppose he's had some other... interactions," she finished, with a slight flush to her cheeks that was entirely feigned — she'd had to bite the inside of her lip hard to force the color up. She wasn't one to follow scandal normally, but after digging through so many copies of Witch Weekly in preparation for writing her own article, she couldn't help but find a handful of little insinuations here and there about Mr. Crouch's rakish history. How many of them were true, she wouldn't dare to guess — but she had evidence of at least one of them right before her, unlikely as it seemed to think the heavily pregnant and presumably happily married woman in the fitting room had gone cavorting around Mexico with a rake in her youth.